I gave you the stars, you passed me a rose.
I told you a story, you sighed.
I listened to you and your tangled worries and waited for you to listen to mine.
I’m neglected and you’re still aching.
I can’t extricate the bonds
but I promise you that
I’ll always be patient.
That caffeine high.
insert creative fuel
seduce my delusional heart.
A little festival
This great invention
to display our emotions of wanting:
to turn pain on Earth
to make you smile
“I’m here for you”
there’s nothing left because you knew.
…I’ve posted this poem about 10 times and each time I post it the format looks awful. This is my final attempt of posting it so please forgive my poor soul if it appears shit.
I saw a tear on my left leather boot
last Wednesday evening.
I continued to wear them
because they still carried out their duties,
such as walking through tinnitus, beacons and illusions.
I knew they weren’t in a good condition.
Now I’m sat in a hospital.
My skinny jeans are restricting me
and I watch patients float through on trolleys.
The medics behind are camouflaged
and their voices contrast.
I wish I wasn’t so arrogant.
Last night I dreamt of the
Its eyes were comparable,
its colours were interminable,
its voice was admirable.
I followed its song
through that short night
and when I woke up,
it was next to me.
Writing in bed calms my mind and helps me sleep. My sleeping regime is appalling.
have we looked at the good
and smiled like we did.
Our smiles are
But we can
those hidden tears.